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Telesians 1:
The Siren's Challenge by Alice Gaines
Changeling Press
ISBN: 1-59596-162-3 |
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A futuristic novella
He had a weapon too lethal to use. She had
an ore-rich moon his government wanted. Two cultures clash in space, using
sex as a weapon of the heart. Which one will win the Siren’s Challenge?
"Jeff and
Chiara are fascinating characters who fit together very well. Their
relationship progresses at a rapid pace that is appropriate to the
storyline. The sensual tension between the two of them is almost palpable.
The sex scenes are extremely well detailed and hot enough to make smoke rise
from the pages. The futuristic setting is well described. The premise of
sexual combat adds a fresh twist to the plotline. Ms. Gaines has
penned a terrific tale of love and lust that I recommend to anyone who
enjoys futuristic storylines. Telesian's 1: The Siren's Challenge is
a keeper."
--Susan White
Coffee Time Romance
"Ms.
Gaines has
written an interesting erotic sci-fi romance. I really thought the idea of a
sexual combat challenge was unique and I read with bated breath to see what
Jeff and Chiara had in store for each other. Both characters are strong,
independent and caring. Readers will be able to see their growth throughout
the story and the love they develop for each other. Fortunately for us, the
readers, Telesians 1: The Siren's Challenge is only the first in this
exciting series. I'm looking forward to the next and hope Ms. Gaines
writes swiftly."
--Reviewed by: RogueStorm
Fallen Angel Reviews
Copyright ©2005 by Alice Gaines
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So this was a Siren. Captain Jeff Holst studied the latest opponent in his
government’s game of intergalactic domination. The intelligence reports had
indicated the incursion into this sector might have come from Teles. This
woman’s appearance -- the skin-hugging uniform, the long plait of thick,
brown hair tied in leather thongs, the elaborate ornamentation around her
eyes -- confirmed her identity. A Siren commander, likely to prove as
warlike as she was beautiful.
The Siren turned from the huge portal she’d been gazing out, trying to
pretend she hadn’t noticed his arrival. She squared her shoulders. A
calculated military posture, but one that only served to show off ample
breasts under the snug fabric of her uniform.
“And you are?” she demanded.
“You know who I am.”
She walked to the desk and made a show of punching up some information on a
console sitting there. “Wing Captain Jeffrey Holst of the Alliance High
Command.”
“At your service.”
Her eyebrow arched. The movement made the pattern around her eye dance.
Feathers or leaves in jeweled black made her threatening and tempting all at
once. Some men might not take her seriously because of her stature, barely
clearing his shoulder. But more than one Alliance captain had forfeited his
rank by underestimating a Siren’s cunning. He wouldn’t. The stakes were too
high.
“Greetings from the Mothers of Teles,” she said. “We watched your ship
approach. What is it you want?”
“Iridium. This moon is loaded with it.”
“My crew and I will sell you some if you can meet our price.”
That figured. Most governments wouldn’t find it unreasonable to pay well for
an element crucial to water purification systems. Unfortunately, Jeff didn’t
report to most governments. Alliance High Command had issued orders for Jeff
to get the iridium. They hadn’t authorized him to pay for it.
“You don’t understand,” Jeff said. “The Alliance owns this moon.”
“No, you don’t understand,” the Siren answered. “My government doesn’t
recognize your claim.”
“Well, isn’t that too damned bad?” he said. “Because my ship has enough
firepower to blast this place into shards.”
“That wouldn’t get you any iridium, would it?”
Damn, why did he have to play these games? Pulverizing this godforsaken moon
wouldn’t get the Alliance any iridium. But Jeff had far more deadly methods
that would work, if he had the stomach for them. He didn’t. There had to be
another way to get the iridium.
And he might just have one. The commander’s home planet, Teles, took its
name from a creature in ancient Earth stories who lured sailors to their
doom with her song. The matriarchy in charge of Teles had a twisted sense of
humor about settling disagreements. They’d go and squat on some piece of
valuable interstellar real estate and then make opponents answer a Challenge
to get it back.
If he could get her to issue a Challenge, he could beat her at it and save a
whole lot of lives. Trouble was, you never knew what kind of tournament you
faced when you encountered a Siren.
“Why don’t you think up some kind of sport so I can win it and get this over
with?” Jeff said.
“A Challenge. You know our customs.”
“Not hand-to-hand, please,” he said. “I hate hitting women.”
“How very admirable of you, especially given your size.”
“That’s me, all right. Admirable,” he said. At six-two, he wasn’t exactly a
giant, but someone as small as she was might not see things that way. “Name
your competition.”
“Sex.”
“Say what?”
“Sexual intercourse. You’ve heard of it?”
Well, shit. “Lady, you’re out of your mind.”
“Not at all. We’ll do sexual combat. The victor wins this moon.”
He stood there, staring at her like an idiot. Unfortunately no more than the
suggestion of a few rounds of sexual combat, as she put it, was enough to
get the attention of his dick and effectively turn his mind into mush. She
knew what was going on in his pants, too, damn her. She looked very
pointedly at the front of his uniform -- at the hard-on already swelling
there -- and her smile grew broader. In another minute, she’d be licking her
lips. Those lips held quite enough appeal on their own. He didn’t need to
imagine them on his body, sucking on his cock while her tongue circled the
head.
Damn. He’d been in space too long. Whatever kind of carnal game she had
planned, he’d probably end up surrendering the moment she touched him.
“You have so little interest in my Challenge?” she said after a moment. “I
think I should be hurt.”
Jeff studied her. She didn’t look hurt. In fact, her expression bordered on
smug. “Lack of interest isn’t a problem.”
“Oh, good.”
“I’m deciding whether I should put up with your game at all.”
“You will,” she said.
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“The rules of the Challenge will be this.” She walked to the desk and sat on
the edge. “Successive rounds of play. One each day-period until one of us
has won four out of seven.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “And how do I win a round?”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
He shrugged and kept looking at her.
“Either of us wins by bringing the other to orgasm,” she answered. “You
climax first, you lose.”
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